Soren probably had no business getting involved here, he should have left this to these two. That was what he wanted to think, yet he found himself springing into action almost involuntarily, tackling and driving the nearest Beowulf through the walls. If he was able to think that way then what good would he be as a Huntsmen? Just because they might be okay here didn't mean he could ignore them, and it was a good thing he didn't; the girl had frozen up at the worst possible time, he'd probably kept her from being mauled. After dispatching his third Beowulf of the day, Soren took on the other three, albeit with far less finesse and ease than the last couple. With six sets of claws swinging at him and three teeth-filled jaws snapping at his throat, all he could do was block and push back the Grimm. Could he win this? Maybe, but it would take an awfully long time to do so on his own. He wouldn't need to though as the girl finally found her legs again, and in a blink of an eye she darted in and immediately crippled one of the beasts. Good, she was able to fight, now they could finish these off. Watching one of the Grimm lunge at him again he spun his body around and kicked out his right leg, knocking the Beowulf back and into the crippled one, sending them both into the wall and shattering some of the stone. 

"Don't act like I can't fight! I've got this!" Ulyssa said firmly, gripping her weapon as she sized up the remaining Beowulf. How humiliating, she'd had to be saved in Initiation, not even an actual mission. What would her parents think of that? After all the work they had down, all the training they had invested in her, and she was as useful as a small child. Well she'd not let that happen again, she'd make short work of this last Beowulf and show both Owyn and the other boy she could handle herself. Her speed boost had since worn off at this point, but she wouldn't need it to handle just the one beast. Charging headlong at the creature she kept ready for an incoming attack, her eyes darting to the left seeing its right claw coming in for a swiping blow. Rather than dodge it outright she reached out with her left hand and grabbed hold of it, jumping up and vaulting off of its limb, rising high enough to hit the ceiling above. Then, flipping around her feet met the stone, and with a grunt of effort she pushed herself off, flipping again and driving her blade along the shoulder of the Grimm; it wasn't a deep enough cut to sever the limb completely, but it cut tendons again and left the leg hanging uselessly.

So she could fight then, good. She was quick too, that would make her useful in a team fight. But what of the other one, the fancy looking stiff? Soren was somewhat impressed to see he actually finished off the Death Stalker, noting the beast was flat on its back and motionless. So this pair wasn't as inept as he'd first thought, maybe it wouldn't be such a bad thing to have them as a team after all. Watching as Ulyssa went about making work of the last standing Beowulf, he found himself having to interfere yet again as one of the others had gotten back to its feet. The beast with the torn limb seemed to have died on impact, being crushed between the wall and its companion, yet the other still remained and was furious. Making a wide berth around Ulyssa he flipped his weapon over and retracted it, turning it into a rifle once more as he approached the monster. Ignoring the roars and growls, Soren calmly lined up his weapon and fired off the first shot, hitting it in the shoulder and making it reel back. After preparing the second shot he let that loose as well, and a third, each of which hit the Grimm in the chest. With it now staggering in place he switched his weapon again to a sword, slamming down one foot before pushing off, carrying the blade alongside him at his hip. Once within striking distance he twisted his body, pulling the blade across in a horizontal motion as he severed the Beowulf from the waist up, and for further measure he drove his shoulder into its torso, breaking the wall yet again and sending its now parted body tumbling through, becoming buried in the rubble.

During that period Ulyssa had been doing something of a dance with the last Beowulf. Where Soren seemed to simply use brute force, she relied more on her lithe frame and quick movements. Sliding and swaying in and out of strikes, she'd respond to each attack with one of her own, leaving the Grimm's body littered with small gashes and plenty of wounds, yet none quite lethal yet. She didn't necessarily have the power to kill a beast in a single strike, unless she drew the right card or got a clean strike; she could do it though, she was determined to kill at least this on her own, prove that her training wasn't a waste. Leaning backwards she avoided a head-level swipe, falling all the way back onto her palms and flipping backwards as another swiped down, smashing the tiled floor at her feet. Once upright again she dashed in and made a cut along the Beowulf's neck, drawing a pained groan from it and sending it finally to its knees. With a shout of effort she raised her sword high and sliced through the same spot, driving it deep into the wound before using her other hand to push, managing to slice completely through and take its head. Though she had clearly had a more difficult time of it, Ulyssa was proud to have killed that one Beowulf herself, smiling as she shook the blood from her blade.

"See...? I can fight," Ulyssa said, reaffirming it for herself as much as she was reminding the boys, "That was... Fun."

If that was her idea of fun then Soren didn't quite know if he wanted to be teammates with her. These two were capable though, and he wasn't so much looking for 'fun' people as he was ones who could hold their own. Had they passed the bill? Aside from Ulyssa's freeze up yes, they had done a decent job of fighting. "Never doubted you," he replied simply, inciting an annoyed look from the girl that left him confused.

"Then why tell me to stay back?! I was just... A little surprised, that was all!" Hmph, what a jerk, saying something like that after telling her to stay put. She had half a mind to give him a slap for being two-faced like that, but let it go and exhaled deeply to settle herself. It was over with at last, and now they could focus on what they had come here for. "Owyn? Let's go get that relic already, before something else shows up and tries to kill us..." Knowing their luck there was a whole pack of Beowolves around the corner, waiting for them to arrive to attack. Maybe that was a touch unrealistic, but given today's events she wouldn't be too surprised.

"Oh... The chess pieces? Those are just down the hall," Soren spoke, pointing over his shoulder with his thumb, "Just came from there, it's easy to find." Should he try convincing them to take the same piece that he and Lyra had? There might be other students nearby, yet these two were decent and already here, so why not? Glancing up at the ceiling as he heard it groaning, Soren frowned before waving Ulyssa to move, shuffling along as bricks began to fall down, the ceiling giving way with no walls to support it. Kicking up all sorts of dust and debris, and burying the Grimm's corpse beneath it, the hallway was partially sealed from that end, albeit one could enter and exit from either hole in the walls now. "I can show you where the pieces are, follow me," he added, his sword resting again on his shoulder as he started back to the courtyard.